the one where shane gives ilya a nosebleed
based off this prompt: https://www.tumblr.com/miscelium/814877567276433408?source=share
Ilya didn't really know how he got in this situation. Well, he knew how he got here, in the cottage. They'd driven up a few days earlier, speaking very little, but Shane had kept his hand on Ilya's thigh the whole time. But here, laying on the floor of their living room, gasping and squirming, feet scrambling for purchase against the carpet? He wasn't quite sure.
It'd been a difficult season with the Centaurs. They'd fought hard, but had been eliminated in the conference championship. To be honest, it wasn't much of a surprise to Ilya. The team had played decently well and Shane exceptionally well as always, but it just wasn't their year. It hurt, but he was a little happy to be done. He'd taken a hard fall on his right ankle in February and hadn't been able to skate them same since. What Ilya needed now was rest, the kind that took weeks, not days.
And rest Ilya got. In fact, he'd done practically nothing since their arrival at the cottage. He and Shane spent their days laying on the couch or in their bed, sleeping or scrolling on their phones. Yesterday, Ilya spent three hours with his head up Shane's shirt and left only to use the bathroom. They didn't talk much, but then again, they didn't really need to. During the playoffs, they talked for hours everyday about upcoming games, plays, practices, wins and losses. Some quiet was nice.
In the morning Shane had left for his run. It was going to be a short one this time, only 5 kilometers through the forest surrounding the cottage. Ilya stayed with him in the morning, helping to gather ingredients for his smoothie and trading morning kisses, but stayed behind on the couch. He needed another nap.
With Shane gone, Ilya drifted, sliding in and out of consciousness. Time seemed to slow, seconds moving by like water leaking from a faucet, drip by drip. Wind from an open window brushed his facing, smelling sweet and fresh. Ilya took a deep breath, and let sleep take him.
Some time later, Ilya couldn't tell how much, he heard the front door slam. Then, footsteps. Ilya stirred and tried to open his eyes, but he was still so tired. Shane would wake him up if he needed him.
Then, there was a hand on his leg, grabbing him hard. Ilya started, opening his eyes blearily,
"Get up, Ilya." Shane repeated, breathlessly.
Ilya sat up. Shane had clearly come from his run. he was in his compression shirt and shorts, both soaked with sweat. His hair, dripping with sweat as well, was held back by a backwards baseball cap. God he was hot. Shane was tugging his sweatpants off now, pulling Ilya's legs up for easier access. Ah. So this is what he wanted.
Shane got into moods like this sometimes. Well, to be fair, he was always like this, laser focused and one track minded. Sometimes that track happened to lead to Ilya's dick. Ilya certainly wasn't complaining. It was easier to just go with it and let Shane direct him to where he needed to be.
With Ilya's sweatpants off, Shane pivoted and started hurriedly taking off his own clothes. Ilya sat on the couch watching him rip off his clothes and toss his shoes to the side. He needed it bad today. Shane looked up, angry,
"The fuck are you doing? Take it off!" He said, gesturing to the rest of Ilya's clothing. Ilya obeyed.
Pretty soon they were both standing there, Shane naked save for the hat and his white socks, and Ilya naked as the day he was born. Satisfied, Shane stepped forward, grabbing Ilya by the neck and kissing him deeply, shoving his tongue in his mouth and tracing his teeth. Ilya kissed him back and slotted their cocks together, stroking them roughly. Sparks flashed though Ilya's body, rushing from his dick outwards, pulsing with pleasure. They both groaned.
Shane stepped back and kicked the coffee table out of the way.
"Down." He said, pulling Ilya to the living room floor. Ilya obeyed again, kneeling on the carpet, lazily stroking his dick as Shane dug through a side table, looking for lube.
Upon finding what he needed, Shane grinned. Ilya watched, stupefied and dumb with lust, as Shane walked back over to stand in front of him, cock hard and red. He lifted his foot up and gently placed on Ilya's chest, pushing until Ilya got the hint, laying down until he was spread out on the plush white carpet, smiling.
Shane stood above him for a moment as he uncapped the lube, spreading over his fingers and jacking himself off lightly. Then, he knelt down over Ilya and sat on his thighs. Ilya watched, transfixed for a moment, as Shane fingered himself, thrusting fingers in roughly. He tried to grab onto Shane's thighs, grab onto anything, but Shane wouldn't have it.
"No." He said, grabbing Ilya's wrists with his free hand and pushing them back, behind Ilya's head into the carpet, "Stay there."
Ilya could only watch as Shane opened himself up, humping forward to brush their dicks together. God, Ilya thought, watching Shane's face contort with pleasure, he's not even looking at me. It's- it's like he's just using me.
He couldn't contain a whimper at that, his dick twitching desperately. Shane hummed for a moment, then pulled his fingers out with a wet, lewd sound. He leaned down and grabbed Ilya's dick hard,
"I need this Rozanov. Don't you dare come early."
"Yes. Yes only when you want. I can- I can put it in now, yes? Now?"
"You're not going to be doing anything now Ilya. Lay down. Let me have this."
Then, he crawled up Ilya's body, positioned himself above his dick and suck down in one thrust. He pulled himself up, then sunk down again, bouncing fast.
Immediately it was too much for Ilya. It was so hot and soft and tight and Shane's ass was clenching around him and every time it went in it made this obscenely wet sound. God he couldn't breathe. How had he got here again? Five minutes ago he was asleep. His back bowed, fucking up into the warmth but Shane was going too fast for him to do much else then lay there. Ilya tried grabbing Shane's thighs again, desperate for purchase, but Shane slapped his hands away, grabbing them and leaning over Ilya, putting them next to his ears.
"How many times do I have to tell you huh?" he said, grinding impossibly closer "Stay. Down. Let me have this."
Ilya nodded his head. Yes, he tried to say, yes whatever you want. But he could only mouth the words. His voice escaped him.
Shane leaned back, pleased, and resumed bouncing, faster this time. He was still wearing that fucking backwards hat that made him look like a jock in an old school locker room porno. It made Ilya want to fuck him until he cried.
Shane moaned loud and hissed his approval
"Oh fuck yes. God- God it's so good. Ilya!"
He threw his head back, pecs bouncing with every thrust, sweat dripping off his chin. His dick bobbed up and down, up and down. Ilya stared, mesmerized. He'd stopped trying to move, letting Shane take his pleasure however he pleased. He just threw his head back, gasping and cursing and trying to hold on.
It just felt so good. Pleasure zinged up and down Ilya's spine, making his whole body twitch uncontrollably. By now the feeling was coursing through him in waves, pushing him higher and higher. His legs kicked helplessly. He was gonna cum. Oh God he was gonna cum right now.
"Shane," Ilya wheezed, "Shane- gonna cum. gonna cum. Please! Please please please please please gonna cummmmm."
"No!" Ilya gasped, "Shane please."
He looked up with, embarrassingly, tears in his eyes pleading. Didn't Shane know? Didn't Shane know how badly he needed it?
Shane glared down at him, flushed and panting.
"Jesus Ilya, get it together. I'm not done yet so you have to wait."
Despite this, Shane stayed still for a little while, letting Ilya catch his breath. Ilya was still twitching, pushing his hips up in aborted little movements, which Shane let go on for a little while before shoving him down again.
Then, he started again. It was slow at first and little sloppy, but Shane got back into the rhythm fast. Ilya was in some type of heaven or hell, he hadn't decided yet. Pleasure sliced through him like a knife. It was an ecstasy so deep it hurt and Ilya didn't know what to do about it. Christ he smelled like sweat and pine and sex. For a moment, he was thrown back to their hookups days, when he couldn't understand how one man could make him feel this way, and resented him for it. Fuck Shane Hollander, he decided. Fuck Shane Hollander and his stupid fucking hat and his stupid fucking white socks pulled all the way up. Fuck his freckles and fuck his smile and fuck him. Fuck him Ilya was going to cum.
Thankfully, Shane was with him this time. His moans grew higher in pitch as he gasped and choked on his words. He slammed his hips down on Ilya's grinding down with all his strength until he started to shake apart, eyes rolling back into his head.
"Shane can I?" Ilya pleaded "Can I please now?" God he needed to cum so bad it hurt.
"Yes, Ilya, " Shane slurred, still grinding down through the aftershocks, "Cum now. Inside me please."
Ilya thrust up one, two times before bliss crashed over him. He couldn't see, couldn't barely speak, just one drawn out fuuuuuuuck before collapsing back into the carpet, toes twitching.
They sat in silence for a minute, staring at each other while they gulped down air.
"How is always like this?" Shane asked, still breathless. "How- how can it be so good every time?"
Ilya could give some smartass answer about his dick or his sexual prowess, but to be honest, he was wondering the same thing. He'd been wondering it for awhile. So he just shrugged.
Shane moved to get up, the feeling of cum grossing him out a little now, when his smartwatch starting going off. The cheerful beeps seemed to echo in the silent room as they both stopped to stare at it.
Shane looked down, reading whatever was on the screen before laughing giddily.
"I uh- just hit my cardio goal for the day." He said, smiling and showing Ilya his watch.
Ilya paused in disbelief, then threw his head back and laughed loud. Shane joined in after a second and leaned over to brush his lips over Ilya's.
When Shane did eventually get off to go clean up in the bathroom, Ilya remained on the floor, pressing the side of his face into the carpet. he knew he probably had a stupid sappy look on his face, but if anyone deserved it right now, it was him.
Something dripped from his nose. Fuck, was his nose running? Goddamn allergies.
Shane stepped back into the room.
"Well that was- holy shit Ilya is your nose bleeding?"
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thank you to @jesterlesbian and @miscelium! you guys are so smart i just had to write this <3
